Prisoner-Paper Plane R.L POVRin POVPrisoner-Paper Plane R.L POV4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I met a boy my age at the place my father works.
Today I met a girl my age when I was wandering around the courtyard.
He looks like me.
She looks like me.
He was interesting to talk to.I received a paper plane,with words.A letter from him.
She was interesting to talk to.I gave her a paper plane,with words.A letter to her.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope he's there.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope she's there.
I have so many letters from him.I'm so glad I met him.He helps me forget about my illness...
I have so many letters from her.I'm so glad I met her.She helps me forget about my troubles...
I love him.
I love her.
Why does Father have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why does General have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why can't I see him anymore?I don't care!I'm still going to see him one
My call to the Mental Health Hotline.Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline.My call to the Mental Health Hotline.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you are incisive compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3456.
If you are paranoid, we know what you are and we know what you want. Stay on this line and we’ll trace your call.
If you’re delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen close and the small voice will tell you what number to press.
If you are depressive then it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer you.
If you are dyslexic, press 69696969.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the hash key until the beep. After the beep, please wait for the beep.
If you have short term memory loss, try your call again later.
And if you have low self-esteem, just hang up. All our operators are too busy to talk to
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
Awkward Underwater RelationsShe does a crab danceAwkward Underwater Relations7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while looking at those who swim
hoping that someone will understand
(no one usually does)
Drawings on the Wall “She still seems to be retreating.”Drawings on the Wall8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do the doctors know what it means?”
“Creatures, and monster, it’s all nonsensical.”
“How long was she there for?”
The girl sat on her cot in silence.
Nearly every inch of her cell wall was covered in dark markings. Some overlapped each other. Beasts with horns, and jagged teeth marched across the white backdrop. Words speckled the drawings in terrifying ways;
“Father,” “Forgiveness,” “Sanctuary,” and “Eyes.”
Nothing about the drawings themselves seemed right. Hatched from a mad mind, the monsters towered over small figures. Some, rabbits, others, what
EverScript. Chapter 1.Dai's room was messy as always, and the floor reverberated in time with the bass of the music he was playing. Rikki had to shout in his ear a few times to get his attention and she grinned when he hurriedly turned down the volume.EverScript. Chapter 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who was that?" She asked, enchanted by the music that was now coming at a reasonable volume from his speakers.
His green eyes showed his shock. "They're the newest hot band."
Rikki pursed her lips and shrugged. "Don't know them."
Dai groaned and sat heavily on his bed. "EverScript? Have you even heard of them?"
Rikki shook her head innocently, an abashed smile on her face. "Sorry. Finals were hell and I'm still trying to figure out if I wanna go to university."
"Rikki, they came out a year ago. And the deadlines for applications passed a few months ago." Dai sighed in exasperation.
"Really?" Rikki cried out, and she slapped her forehead. "Stupid me. I knew I should have looked at that before!"
Dai raised an eyebrow. "And why didn't you?"
Rikki blushed scarle
I Wanna Die TonightShe said, \"I wanna die tonight. This night is perfect for it. The stars cry for me already. They don\'t know that I\'m still here. So there is no point in staying. The sky is screaming for it. I wanna die tonight. The time is right for it.\"I Wanna Die Tonight12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He said, \"You don\'t wanna die tonight. Look out at the moon. She shines a different light. She knows your true power. She shines for you still. You live for it. You don\'t wanna die tonight. The night is when you truly live.\"
She said, \"I am death tonight. The night is when the pain comes out. The night is when it\'s dark. I come alive, but realize who I really am. I am that darkness out there. Not the moon, or the stars. I am the deep, dark black. I am death tonight. This is how it must be.\"
He said, \"Take me with you. The world is begging for it. Take me away into that deep dark nothing. Where it doesn\'t hurt or burn or sting. Take my tortured soul into the night and fly away in the sky. Take me with you. Take me out of this life.\"
MiseryMisery4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Athalia VanRogue
Nick Names: Misery
Gender: All female, baby. *Winks*
Human Age: 23
Immortal Age: Uhhh old? >.<
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Ocean light blue
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone: Pale
Body Structure: I'm hot. *giggles*
Scars: Just on my hands
Pricings: My bellybutton and tonger
Mental/Physical Disabilities: I'm a bitch ><
Origin: It was a small town called The Illusionist. It was a little bit before Atlantis
Species: Half angel, half illusionist, half goddess
Languages Spoken: A lot. *laughs*
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: A little here, a little there.
Sexual Origination: Straight
Children: Leah, Rohan, & Kelsey
Spouse Or Girl/Boyfriend: Luke
Siblings: Only child
Parents Or Foster: Isa & Aaron
Friends: Aila, I
Hard Words Had Come and NestedHard Words Had Come and Nested5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hard words had come and nested in my hair,
and so I cut it short, I cut it off.
But then they flew and flew around my head,
a little swarm of hurt I could not bear.
I raised and waved my hands like one gone mad,
and knew this would not do. This would not do.
I grew my hair again and wore a scarf.
I drew it tight, a knot beneath my chin.
The hard words could not make their nests again,
but I could often feel them clutch and claw
and worry the cloth, and in time I said
"Enough!" My hair was long, I loosed the knot,
I tossed the scarf away. The words fell down,
to seem so small and sad and tired on the ground.
Mass Effect: Goodnight, SihaMass Effect: Goodnight, Siha4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"One ninety seven."
Normally, Shepard got her fair share of heart pounding excitement from missions. But the crew had been so focused on repairs and upgrades that Shepard was starting to hallucinate mining probes in her everyday routine.
"One ninety eight."
Since she was a child, Shepard had thrived on adrenaline. She worked hard, played hard, partied hard and saved sleeping for the dead.
"One ninety nine."
Except now she was dead and she suddenly couldn't sleep.
"Two ... hundred."
Shepard collapsed in a heap on the floor of her quarters. She stared at the ceiling, thin beads of sweat tracing down her face and neck, meditating to her heartbeat. She let her eyes close and her breathing steady. The low hum of the ship seeped into that part of her brain that comforted her.
The ship with the awkward engine timing, and the blinking lights, and the artificial intelligence that watched you while you slept...
It was impo
runaway with merunaway with me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Take my hand and you can run away with me
When ever you feel alone grab my hand and you can run away with me anytime
Take you away from the pain from being called all those hateful names
Take you away from the pain of being alone in the shadows of the room
Runway runaway with me
Away from those who wanted to hurt you
Away from those who wanted to make you bleed
All those lies and smiles they gave you making you fall for them
Only to be hurt so much in the sad end
Take my hand and you can run away with me
Any time you want
The deliveryI attach feeling to color and fall in love with the weatherThe delivery3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for it contains all beautiful things: symmetry and citrus,
the summers that become more and more opiatic as the chords
fall further away. I am never even there to pluck the strings.
My lover laughs melodically under his cotton blanket
and his skin tastes like plums and seltzer, the wrinkles in his smile
holding all the zip and fructose I need on these short days.
The telephone rings and it's my apostasy tempo allegro
returning me to memory's calderas, cloudy and dreamlike,
pressing me deeper into them and therefore sustaining them.
But I can subsist on photosynthesis; for so long that love
endures here, this is the only place I want to be.
Killer hand 11Killer hand 114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abi was in class listing to her tutor talk about the work they handed in last week, he was reading out some of his favourites to the calls Abi was still a million miles away looking out the window at the dull summers day, she never told anyone about Gerard, Mikey or even Frank or what's happening to her, "Abi, Abi sorry to pull you out of your thoughts I was just about to read your short story!" he said she turned and smiled and pretended she was okay as he read the story,
'I remember the bite from his teeth how his lip coldly pressed to my neck as he drunk my blood, the pain that coursed my lungs to scream out, but I can't his ice hands held my throat as he bleed me dry until the sliver stopped him he pushed my away and gagged for air as his love just held me close to comfort my tears, I woke up at this point it was all but a dream.' He read out she sighed hating her own words, the class gave a small clap and she smiled weakly I just want to go home s
Pmd Japanese-English操作中心 , view cnt bonePmd Japanese-English2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
上半身, upper body
上半身２, upper body2
上半身３, upper body3
前髪３, front hair3
前髪２, front hair2
前髪１, front hair1
後髪, back hair
下半身, lower body
some revolutionsIn the running water I list the ways I'd be changedsome revolutions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I weren't born among angels.
She developed alongside me as a lotus flower develops its sunrise
contained in the gentle palm of resurgence dropping echoes
with each pink triangle falling in sequence until the light
had pinched time off the ancient face of the clock.
in the republics they speak of1.in the republics they speak of3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not a single war made the headlines today
instead, missing people assemble near a bank
and a woman asks from whom
did we invent these hauntings?
billboards on the interstate
mean these universes are inert
you are born with them.
some say mountains possess them.
they say the sorrow of their saints is perpetual.
(some don't believe it ever snowed
in those failed states)
a city in the American midwest incorporates
after a tornado
the nature of our fatalism
is all of the photographs we couldn't reconstruct
to those whose creation myths
whose transmissions of light
the risen ask often for you
a. god created bodies that fail
b. bodies that fail created god
according to anonymous government sources
much more radiation seeped into the atmosphere than was reported
"suddenly, everybody was just waiting for the clouds to come" a witness said
Tanka Series 91.Tanka Series 96 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
carving melon pulp
from the rind
the last little mess
of your memory
at the university
the last red condom
up all night
friends and I trade tanka
from a distance...
same old spring frogs
in the creek bed
just when I've learned
to move on
your electric green socks
in the bottom drawer
at the amusement park-
one by one
skipping stones race
from an old lover
for the man I was
five years ago
tv ads promise
"Increased Penis Size!"
in fine print
a few words
on liver failure
a photo of Dad
in his varsity days
that I would only inherit
from all humanity
this rusted hubcap
covered with weeds
in a single wave
my old neighbor hums
old sword masters wrote
at dawn, a few
NotesMy home of cirrusNotes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clouds and the cosmos
pinches the delicate
little silver chain
and my home is tilted
like a lung it's breathing
a Celtic song of the forest
a song of itself singing
I say that the celestial and the causal
is the natural
and the cause of causes is the house of houses
and when we find the answer, it will seem so obvious